Spider-man X Emma Frost Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“And Daddy has a surprise for you two!” “I don’t want surprises! I want a costume party! I wanna dress like Catwoman! She’s so cool!” Mina pouted, her pink adorable face nothing like the scared purple breathless face I’d seen that day. Stop thinking about that Jessica! Dammit! My fingers clenched around my fork and I forced down a few more bites of grilled vegetables. My eyes moved to Emma when I felt a tingling at the side of my neck. She was glaring daggers at me. My teeth gnashed together and I could feel my rage slowly coming back. The coma had made me softer than I was and it’d been hard trying to realize exactly why I wanted revenge.

"If you still don't believe me, I don't mind stabbing you again." Ron rolled up his sleeve before extending his bloody arm toward Emma. "Go ahead! As long as it makes you happy, you can stab me however you want. Don't worry about hurting me." Emma stared at the crazy man. "You're insane!" Ron ignored the injury on his arm and hugged Emma tightly. He was overwhelmed with excitement. "Emma, you're finally back. Promise me that you'll never leave me again." Emma remained still and just let him hug her. She softly asked, "Now that I'm back, can you stop fighting against Xander?"

William Redd. Peter and Parker arrive just as Emma recognizes me as her mate. But the scream that leaves his lips, when he asks what she had said, left me paralyzed again. I look up and know it’s not a magnificent sight, since Emma has her skirt hiked up to her waist. I am naked, sitting on the floor while she is curled up on top of me with her head on my shoulder. Emma looks at him and says, “William is my mate too, Peter. I haven’t entered a trance yet and I don’t know how many more minutes I have of sanity. But I need you to accept him too, Peter. You three are mine, as I am yours.”

“I do not want blood on my hands on the most important day of my life and Xena would never let me ascend to a Luna while she is alive.” “You knew that she was never going to agree,” Steve said. Emma nodded. “I know her more than you do,” Emma said. “I trust you, but be careful, Emma,” Steve said. “She is no match for me, Steve,” Emma said with a confident shrug. “And she knows it.” Steve nodded and watched his future Luna walk into the dark night, leaving him alone to the sound the cold wind and the stars. Emma opened all her senses and called upon her wolf. She broke into a run and lunged high into the air, giving herself totally to the beast.

Emma ended the call immediately, cutting Zane off before he even had the chance to protest. Zane stood frozen, staring at the phone screen that had returned to the home menu. An unfamiliar sense of unease surged through his chest once again. Emma's calmness and determination were nothing like the behavior of a woman throwing a tantrum. Yet his overwhelming pride still refused to believe that the obedient woman he had always treated like a possession had truly walked out of his grasp.

she said But Emma didn't respond, tears streamed down her face again as Natalie warned her. She simply ended the call, the phone slipping from her fingers like a lifeline cut loose. And then, like a storm unleashed, Emma's emotions erupted. She felt a primal scream building inside her, a raw, animalistic cry of desperation and fear. Her body began to shake, her fists clenched at her sides as she let out a strangled sob. The room around her blurred, becoming a dark, swirling vortex of uncertainty. But Emma stood tall, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She knew she had crossed a line, embracing a shadowy part of herself to survive.

He says, still staring at me like I’m his prey. I scoff, unwilling to let him intimidate me. ‘Trust me, Mr. Frost, you’re the last person on my list I expected– or wanted– to work with.’’ I smile sarcastically.’’ ‘’Julianna Adams, show some respect, he says with a calm but cold tone ‘’Ethan Frost’’, I believe I deserve some respect too. I replied with the same tone.

“Why are you wrapped up like that? And why does it smell… strange in here?” From the hallway closet, Emma caught a glimpse of Jax’s dark eyes watching, a wicked smirk on his face. Marcus stood silently beside him, already palming his hardening cock through his pants. Her phone buzzed silently on the carpet a text from Jax: *Keep him distracted. Don’t clean up. We’re not done with you.* “I… I just finished an intense yoga session,” Emma lied, her voice still hoarse from throat-fucking. “Sweaty and gross. Let me jump in the shower real quick and then we can eat.”

Clutching her chest, Emma whimpered, begging, “Please, I’m begging you, please… My mom is your wife, remember? My mom… she’s your wife. Think of her, please! Please let me go!” It was all she could do—beg him to think about his wife, to think about her mother’s feelings. The water in the tub was clearly warm, yet Emma felt nothing but cold. A chilling sensation crept up her spine, covering her entire body in goosebumps. Her eyes widened, her trembling hands gripped the edge of the tub. She didn’t dare move, didn’t dare look back. Her heart pounded violently, as if it would explode from fear. The sounds around her blurred, as if her ears had gone numb—she could no longer hear what was happeni

I spit, my voice rough with fury. For the first time since we've started this, I see it—fear. Real fear in his eyes. And that sight does something to me. It satisfies the part of me that wants to see him suffer, that wants him to feel a fraction of the terror Emily must have felt last night.